“No danger of that,” laughed the other. “The oftener you come, the better I’ll like it. This is a lonely place, as you can see for yourselves.”
The radio boys shook hands with Bert Thompson, and after thanking him for the trouble he had taken to show them the station, they started back for the hotel at a brisk pace.
The days were growing very short, and it was after dark when they reached the hotel. Very warm and comfortable it looked as they approached it, windows lighted and throwing cheerful beams over the white snow outside. A red glow filled the windows of the living room, and the boys knew that a big wood fire was roaring and crackling in the big fireplace. As they drew close, a tempting aroma of cookery reached them, and caused them to hasten their steps.
They had barely time to get freshened up before the dinner bell rang, and in a short time they were making havoc with as fine a meal as any of them ever tasted.
When they told about their visit to the radio station, Edna and Ruth Salper, the daughters of the Wall Street broker they had met in the snowstorm, were among the most interested of the listeners.
“We find it so dull over at our house we are glad to come over here for meals and to visit,” said Ruth Salper.
“I suppose being in the woods in winter is rather dull,” returned Joe, politely.
“Did you boys really know enough about radio to talk all afternoon with the man in charge of the government station?” inquired Edna, curiously.
“Why not?” asked Bob. “Don’t you think radio is a broad enough subject to talk about for an entire afternoon?”
“Oh, I suppose it is,” she admitted. “But why don’t you share some of your fun with us?”